Blood spattered the stones buried under long white grass. Heart heavy, stomach knot, Erik Grimland scans the horizon.
“He can't have gone very far,” he
breathes with anguish that derails his Texan accent. Hendrick, the hunting guide who accompanies us, is busy finding the trail of the white-tailed wildebeest on which Erik has just shot. The young man reads in the bush as in an open book: where our eyes see only a heap of thorny brush scratching our calves, Hendrick manages to detect the most subtle movements of the fauna. Yet more than 250 meters from us, the wildebeest had fallen like a stone on impact.
"I am sure I hit him on the top of the shoulder",
Erik whispers.
This former Amarillo, Texas, police instructor has been a hunter since he was a child.
A seasoned shooter who knows what he's doing.
But impossible to spot the bruised beast.
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